July 4: Happy Fourth of July from Buddy Christ. You can't get more American than that.
July 5: Packing up my kitchen stuff..
July 6: I feel so scatter-brained and disorganized that I started writing stuff down of all the things I need to do in the next month.
July 7: I unknowingly started collecting coffee mugs. I got the Chicago one (in the middle) the first time I went to visit Brad, then I got the Daily Reveille one as a senior gift, then Alex gave me the Beverly Hills one, Lydia gave me the San Francisco one, and I bought the big Cafe Du Monde one when Kristin came in town. They're all coming to Chicago with me, a little part of home and memories.
July 8: I don't know if anyone knows this, but someone I dated in high school gave this to me when I was 17. It lost it's sentiment when he said "Oh I got it on ebay for 40 bucks." I'm not even sure if it's entirely real, but it never felt real to me, like he would have gave it to me in the way you'd think a boyfriend gives his girlfriend jewelry. I wore it for a few weeks and eventually we broke up, and it has sat in my jewelry box for the past 8 years. I'll probably try to sell it when I get back from Texas. I feel like I should have some attachment to it, but I don't. I never really did.
July 9: I went to New Orleans and had lunch and saw a movie with Rachel. I missed her, so it was nice to hang out with her. She always makes me laugh. She said something along the lines of "Don't date a guy with no balls. Because you can't grow those back." hahaha
July 10: Off to Texas to lay on the beach for the next week with my big family. Let's hope I'm not sleeping on the floor. See you next week!
Just me. I'm not wearing mascara either.
One of these days I'm going to have to count how many T-shirts I own. It's absurd. I have at least 6 Slidell High volleyball shirts alone, not including the other 5-6 other volleyball shirts I have. Don't get me started on the LSU shirts either..
My neighbor's mangy old cat, Romeo. He loves to lay on the concrete in the shade in front of our house. He's so sweet and loves affection. I'm not a cat person, but I like these kind of cats.
June 24: My parents' first visit to Chicago. At Navy Pier.
June 25: Liquid Tension Experiment show Brad took me too. The keyboard messed up and was a half-step off (or so I'm told) and was on the phone backstage with Japan for 20 minutes trying to figure out was wrong. They ended jamming and switching instruments for the rest of the show. It was pretty cool and unbelievable that people can play instruments so effortlessly and so well. Thanks Brad. :)
June 26: MY NEW APARTMENT!!! I'm such a city girl now! :)
Now I'm finally caught up! I'll try to stay on top of this more.
I know I have been terrible about keeping up with my pictures, but since the majority of the time all I do is work and sit around my house, there isn't always interesting things going on and I forget to take a picture of me laying in my bed with my laptop on my lap (probably for good reason because who cares). Anyway, I decided to scan a few of my favorite pictures from when I was a little girl and share them..
June 15: I usually think of my father on Father's Day, but lately I've been talking to my mom a lot about my grandfather. He served in WWII, loved Mardi Gras and my grandmother's cooking. He always dressed nice. I wish I could have gotten to know him better. All of my memories of him are through photographs, like this one. He loved life. Sometimes when I'm laughing really hard or just enjoying the moment for whatever reason, I feel him with me. Happy Father's Day, Grandpa.
June 16: My brother at Christmas when he was 2.
June 17: The same Christmas. My first.
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June 12: the MP on my camera isn't so great, especially for zoom, but I always love the way a full moon looks.
June 13: Favorite bar in Baton Rouge. Always a good time.
June 14: Cabrew from last year because I thankfully did not bring my camera on the 8-hour never ending tubing trip, and who knows what happened to Wes's waterlogged "water proof" camera.
May 31: By far the worst customer that comes into CC's. She gets a supergrande sugar-free turtle mochasippi with half and half, lots of whipped cream, extra extra ice, whip cream and chocolate and caramel on top, the extra in the blender in a small cup (although now she brings a giant mug), with 3 splendas. If that isn't bad enough, she hovers over the counter and tries to talk to you like you're her best friend, especially Tony and Chris, who she whined she hadn't had sex in three years. She's at least 60.
June 1: "I need two Lejas and a Bob." She is a bitch. "Uh, you put my Splendas in here?!?!" Seven pumps of sugar-free vanilla, two shots of 1/2 decaf, 2 splendas, extra hot skim milk, no foam in a supergrande cup. Bob is the mocha with 2 splendas and 2 shots of 1/2 decaf in a supergrande cup. And he's just as much of an ass as she is. It's so ridiculous that these people have their drink recipes posted like they're any more important than anyone else.
June 2: Espresso bar.
June 3: Torani syrups.
June 4: Maggie was attacking me with kisses.
June 5: Alex's dog Lucy. She's so big!
June 6: Starbucks changed their logo. Their coffee is still burnt.
June 7: I forgot a picture for today so here is one of Fred's dog Jax, who likes to get his head stuck in the blinds.
June 8: TIGERS WIN! One more win and then it's Omaha and CWS time!
June 9: Some things I found in my trunk while cleaning out my closet. A painting and drawing from art class (I miss painting and drawing), and a poem I wrote in 3rd grade that won me a blue ribbon.
I went to the George Rodrigue exhibit at NOMA. It was fascinating. Dozens of beautiful paintings that tell stories about Cajun culture and life in Louisiana. Most of Cajun culture is told orally, and there is so few things written down, and to have these exquisite depictions of a unique way of life is a treasure. I wasn't supposed to take this photo, but I did anyway. The exhibit including listening to Rodrigue himself (recorded of course), explaining the meaning behind his paintings. He explained about the blue dog, and how he's always looking wide-eyed and everywhere looking for answers. I could relate to that.
I took a few pictures of some of his prints here.
I took a few pictures of some of his prints here.
Somehow Chris got stabbed in the eye with a sharpie, and I told him he looked like Johnny Depp from Crybaby with the tattooed tear on his eye.
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